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Our Youngest Son Graduated from High School – Seven Months Ago

I’m a terrible blogger.

Brandon graduated from high school! Back in May of 2013.

He also graduated with all A’s and B’s – he didn’t have one C on any of his report cards from his four years in high school.

Yay!

The baby has flown the coop … well, the baby is still IN the coop, but he’s definitely starting a new phase of life.

What’s happening with Brandon? I’m glad you asked …

He took a few months off after graduation to slum around the house and spent most of his time with his face buried in his computer monitor. Kevin finally got tired of that and soon “encouraged” (I’d say threaten, but that sounds so harsh, let’s go with encouraged) to get a job. Brandon, being the lucky person that he is, landed the very first job he applied for – in a restaurant.

It’s been a learning experience for him. It’s been a GOOD experience for him. Everything has always come pretty easily for Brandon. He’s a smart cookie and I’ll be honest, I sometimes suspect Lady Luck follows him around occasionally. But working this job has taught him responsibility and to endure uncomfortable situations, whether that stems from co-worker relationships or the physical discomfort of plunging his hands in very hot soapy water and doing dishes … for four hours at a time.

He’s been pretty discouraged and he wanted to quit after only working there for two months. However, I forbid him to quit because HELLO, real life, you don’t quit when things get tough. I did, however, encourage him to apply at other businesses because life is too short to be that unhappy. So he applied at several retail stores (because he’s through with the food industry – I feel his pain – I worked at Wendys for the first seven years of my working career) and surprisingly, hasn’t had one interview. That’s not true, he had one interview at Wal-Mart, but they told him they had already hired someone by the time he showed up. (Which – Hmm – weird. I wonder if they took one look at his scrawny self and thought he was too weak to handle the job? It’s possible because he is “stick boy.”)

So he’s learned, very quickly, that getting a job, under normal circumstances, is not as easy as he thought it was going to be, or as easy as it was when he got this first job. In the meantime, he’s been written up twice at work – mainly because of his attitude. Brandon is very stubborn (guess where he gets that trait – from both me and Kevin, to be honest) and he gets pretty pouty and obstinate whenever he doesn’t want to do something or feels like his performance is sub-par. He’s VERY hard on himself, which to some extent is not necessarily a bad thing, but everyone has to understand and respect his/her physical/emotional limitations. I’ve had several conversations with Brandon about real life and how important it is to take everything in stride and try very hard to take the high road – it’s not always easy. And sometimes, it feels like an impossible task, but he has endured his hardships and I’m not hearing him complain as much, though this is not a job that he will ever grow to LOVE, he has grown to tolerate it. And he’s getting better, and more comfortable, with what he’s doing.

He’s been working for this company for about six months now – it feels WAAAAY longer. Probably to him, too. I’m sure he’s wracking up the moolah because we’re not making him pay any bills for now – he’s saving his money. (I wish we had insisted that Blake get a job after he graduated from high school, but his story will come later).

Bran is also starting a community college this month, too. He’s taking two campus classes and one online class. It’ll be interesting to see how he handles the extra pressure because he’ll be working part-time and going to school part-time. We have told him, in no uncertain terms, that we will pay for his schooling as long as he takes it seriously. The moment he blows it off, he’s paying us back for the classes he blew off and if he wants to go back to school, he has to pay for it himself.

I think that’s a fair deal.

We’ll see how he does.

We’re not MAKING him go to school – this is his choice. We told him that he could continue to work at his minimum-paying job and if he’s okay with living his life from paycheck-to-paycheck and enduring the stress of living life barely scraping by, that’s certainly his choice. But if he’s going to go to school and work toward a long-term career-type of job, he would need to go to school and learn a trade. He wouldn’t necessarily have to go to a four-year college – trade schools are certainly a viable option and especially if they offer an associates degree in the area that interests him – computer animation.

He starts classes in a few weeks. I’ve been encouraging him to buy a laptop so that he can remain on campus after his classes and get his work done. Speaking from experience, it’s REALLY HARD to come home, after class, and be disciplined enough to do homework. I would get home, eat a little something and then get sleepy, because you know, my bed is only a few rooms away, and I would crash and not get my work done until the last minute – I was in a perpetual state of stress the remaining years of my college life.

He’s expressed interest in that option, but we’ll see if he follows through with that. “Laptops are expensive, mom.”

Funny how he’s FINALLY realizing that now that he’s making his own money.

I finally broke down and MADE him buy himself new sneakers and work shoes. He was wearing his old sneakers to work, sneakers that he’s been wearing for the past three years, every day, and that didn’t have one shred of tread on them. When he was coming home with bruises on his arms/elbows and told him he had fallen no less than eight times – EIGHT TIMES – at work due to it being so slippery in the back room, I said enough.

(It’s a miracle he didn’t break an arm – thank you God for watching out for him).

We went to Shoe Carnival and he bought a pair of black heavy duty no-slip, waterproof shoes to wear to work as well as new sneakers. Because he was always getting his sneakers wet at work, they never truly dried out and they started mildewing and smelling up the whole house. They were simply gross. So, he bought new sneakers, too. He’s fallen less since he’s been wearing his work shoes, but he admits it was long overdue and he was glad I made him man up and dole out the money for safety reasons.

Silly boy.

He’s been very responsible. He’s been setting his own alarm and getting himself off to work every day. I usually have no idea when he works until he walks out of his bedroom in his uniform (which consists of a company t-shirts and khaki pants). I’ve been very proud of how responsible he’s been handling this new stress in his life.

It was funny – we went to a band competition back in October and he met up with some of his band buddies who told him that they were going to a big, four-year college and I could tell Brandon felt like he was missing out on something. His buddies are playing in the college band and were telling him what a great time they were having doing it. We had a conversation about that after the competition was over and we were driving back to our hotel (we opted to stay over night as opposed to driving home at 3:00 a.m. – we WON’T be doing that again any time soon – GAH), and I offered to help him enroll at our local four-year college and look into playing for the band if he truly wanted to do that, but after some consideration, he said no, he felt like working at this job was what he wanted to do for now and would slowly ease his way into the college life with his upcoming classes. Plus, he knew how expensive a four-year college was as opposed to the technical school and would prefer to get his required classes out of the way and then perhaps transfer to a four-year college later.

It was a very proud mom moment – we’ve taught him well, apparently. πŸ™‚

So that’s where Brandon is right now – on the cusp of starting his life and it’s both exciting, and scary, to stand on the sidelines and wait for the next phase to play out.

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I Got Sick, Came Home, Went Back to Work (?)

I’ve been trying something new – I’m trying to …

Make your first meal the biggest and your last meal the smallest. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a college kid with a maxed out charge card.

Because I get tired of eating a big dinner, then sitting around either reading or watching TV, then going to bed and feeling like a whale in muddy water – fat and sluggish.

So. Even though I have NO APPETITE in the morning (never have, really), I force myself to eat two scrambled eggs and a buttered bagel and then drink some orange juice every morning.

Sometimes I shake things up and eat a bowl of oatmeal instead of eggs. Then I usually take leftovers from the previous night’s dinner for lunch and eat really late (like around 2:30ish in the afternoon) so that by the time dinner rolls around, I’m not hungry – at all.

Or if I’m a little hungry, I’ll eat another bagel.

This plan seems to be working – I’ve lost a little weight and I’m training my body to eat at different times.

I woke up this morning, had my breakfast and went to work. But I started to feel funny by the time I drove into the parking lot. I felt like a fist was pressing into my stomach and before long, I felt nauseous and ran to the bathroom to promptly lose my breakfast. I couldn’t figure it out. I’m NEVER SICK. Like, EVER. And this was a really strange thing for me and it happened so fast.

I felt a little better after tossing my breakfast, but before long, I felt that pressure again and my co-worker said my face turned white. She could tell I was trying not to vomit. I finally threw in the towel and came home. I chewed four extra-strength Tums and slept for about two hours.

I left work at 11:00 and by 1:30, I was feeling 100% better and considering there were several hours left in the day, I went back to work.

You can imagine everyone’s surprise when they saw I was back. But I honestly felt better. I left work at 11:00, came home, chewed some Tums, slept for a bit, woke up around 1:30ish and thought, “I feel fine.” I couldn’t, in good conscience, NOT go back to work. What was I going to do for the remainder of the day? (Oh sure, there is always something to do at home, but I would rather spend my time making money, if at all possible).

So I put my scrubs back on and went back to work. And I got quite a bit done in the remaining hours – and I’m pretty sure I scored brownie points with my boss. (Which wasn’t why I went back to work – I just have a VERY STRONG work ethic – but BONUS!)

Everyone was more than a little surprised to see me back. (My co-worker had sent out an email stating I had gone home sick). And I’m sure they were thinking, “Damn it, Karen. You’re making the rest of us look bad by putting on this super employee suit” but I’m being honest when I say, if I ever call in sick to work, it’s because I’m near death.

And that’s the God-honest truth.

And yes, I realize I’m super weird, especially nowadays when “work ethic” is an alien term to most Americans. I hate to be snarky, but there it is.

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Teaching: Manners and Customs of the Bible – Part Three

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It Doesn’t Matter Who the Salesman is, Obamacare is Still a Bad Product

And our young people, our children, right now, not years from now, are the ones EXPECTED, even REQUIRED, to pay for us. And if they don’t? PENALTY.

What kills me is that the Republicans keep touting, “we can do better.” Then dude, for the love of God, DO BETTER. Stop talking about it and DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

Aaargh!

Republicans are so wimpy! Get a backbone and stand up to these crazy socialists!

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Non-Compliance Ticks Your Doctor Off

I have a few patients that call me every five or six months trying to get an appointment with one of my doctors. I’ve come to recognize their names but somehow, or at least they act like, they don’t recognize me.

Nice try.

These patients have been black balled. Yes. It happens in health care, too.

Here’s why: The doctors have spent a GOOD PORTION of their clinic day, (and documented this time spent), trying to help the patients mentioned above. They go over (and over) test results and explain (over and over) what they see and what they recommend. Most times, the patients are not surgical candidates but because my (and I call them “mine” because I’ve grown fond of all of the doctors and it’s my job to try and make their jobs just a little easier so I’m protective of that responsibility), are nice doctors, they offer suggestions on what the patient can do to try and help themselves. They don’t immediately jump on the surgery bandwagon, even though that’s what they love to do and get paid well to do, and they WILL NOT prescribe any sort of pain medications unless they performed surgery on the patient.

Fair enough, right?

They will often recommended diet changes, exercise and sometimes injections – and sometimes, these things help, if the patients will take that advice to heart and make an honest effort toward feeling better.

But that’s not good enough for a small percentage of people. They want a quick fix – they want a pill or they want surgery so that the pain will go away. And to be fair, I get that. Sometimes you have so much pain that you just can’t get away from it. It’s utterly miserable and it affects the way you live your life. But that’s the point – it’s time to change the way you live your life. Often times, people have made bad choices and they now have to live with those bad choices. It’s time to step up and make better choices.

I’m in a unique situation because I truly see both sides of the story. And I empathize with those people who are truly hurting and for whatever reason, our doctors don’t recommend surgery so that leaves the patient … where exactly? Having to learn to live with it. People who receive this type of news break down at my desk and I feel so bad for them – I can see they are in pain, frustrated and not sure what to do next. We often refer these patients to a rehabilitation doctor who might offer them non-surgical pain management options, or to a pain clinic to help manage their pain. It’s heart breaking and I feel so helpless because I can’t help offer them anything but that referral.

But once in a while, and to be fair, it doesn’t happen very often, in fact, I can only think of four patients off the top of my head, who won’t take no for an answer. Not only do they not take no for an answer, they won’t even try what the doctor recommended. To be fair, if patients have tried the recommendations and another doctor has taken more films and thinks the patient needs to come back and see my surgeons, my doctors will see that patient, again, and re-assess their situation, again. (Eight times out of ten, a patient who has been sent back to our office by another doctor gets the same news – no surgery recommended).

But the patients who haven’t even tried the recommendations and want to get back in, nay, DEMAND to be seen, burn their bridge. Doctors are human and their time is valuable. They will bend over backwards to help patients (and I’ve seen all of them do that several times), they are human – they get tired of beating their heads against a brick wall and they will black-ball patients.

These are the patients who have been hateful, demeaning, insulting and downright nasty to either the doctor himself (it happens and it always amazes me that people even take that attitude with another human being, let alone someone they want to help them), or they are extremely rude, hateful, nasty to the staff.

(So yes, be nice to the staff. Because like I’m protective of my doctors, a lot of doctors grow fond of their staff – it goes both ways.)

Black balling means they put a pop-up on the patients chart to either check with the nurse first before scheduling (the nurse will call the patient and gauge the situation), or to simply not schedule them at all.

End of discussion.

Sometimes, if a patient has been black balled, another doctor in the same clinic will see the patient. Another doctor will look at the patient’s clinical information and if he feels like he can help that patient, he will agree to see that patient. Again, it’s not as cold blooded as I make it out to be. But if another doctor sees that the patient was non-compliant and refuses to heed advice or to even be civil – all bets are off. The patient will not be seen and will be forced to seek treatment with another specialist with another hospital.

So be careful, my friends. Doctors CAN and DO refuse to see patients if they are rude, nasty or simply refuse to meet the doctor halfway when it comes to his/her treatment.

And now with this disaster called Obamacare, I predict this will be even more common – not on a patient’s attitude or non-compliance, but because the patient’s insurance prevents the doctor from getting paid for his time and talents.

It happens. It’s happening now. Be nice to your doctor. Hell, be nice to everyone. Your attitude DOES matter in the grand scheme of things.

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Teaching: Manners and Customs of the Bible – Part Two

Every Sunday I provide videos and valuable links to the Truth or Tradition teachings. We’ve been following the Truth or Tradition teachings for many years now and they have truly blessed our family. We have found peace and happiness through our beliefs and we walk confidently for God. My hope, by passing on this information to you, is that what you find here, or on the Truth or Tradition website, will guide you to a better, more blessed and abundant life.

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